My love lies awake, alone in her bed.

She touches the body I long to touch.

She moans the cry I long to give.

She rests quietly in my invisible arms.

My seamen wets her bed.

My lips caress her head.

My dreams touch her soul.

They quake her body.

They move through her moist crevices.

I reach her tendermost desires.

I fill her pulsating lips.

We lay together, alone and naked.

We share our bodies.

We share our spirits.

We wed as one.

But longing is not yet loving.

Yearning is not yet erotic release.

My love lies awake, alone in her bed

And I lie with her, naked in my dreams.